preferred to be with pretty young models who liked his appearance and his money. When he did speak to the chemists he was usually complaining about something. Was he playing some kind of joke today?
Suddenly he came over right next to me. He spoke in a quiet voice close to my ear.
`You know, Anna, I've never really noticed it before ± I can't think why ± but you really are a beautiful woman!'
`Mr Amos. I . . .' I tried to answer but I didn't know what to say.
`No, it's true, Anna,' he said. `I must see you outside this dull factory. Will you have dinner with me tonight?'
`Well, I . . .' I was still too surprised to speak properly.
`That's great! I'll pick you up at your place tonight at eight. See you then,' he said.
He was gone before I could say anything.
As I went home on the bus I thought of the strange situation I was in. My boss, who was famous for going out with beautiful women, had told me I was beautiful and had asked me out! But I know I am just ordinary looking and not his usual type at all. When I got home my Momma was in the sitting room talking to my Aunt Mimi.
Aunt Mimi. I like my Aunt Mimi, but she simply can't mind her own business. She has wanted me to ®nd a husband for ages. She didn't like the thought of me being single and having a career. She thought it wasn't natural for a twenty-seven-year-old woman like me not to be married. Aunt Mimi thought that the least she could do for me was to ®nd me a husband. I was used to this by now, but it was still embarrassing.
`Aunt Mimi ± how nice to see you,' I said.